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“Certainly, my dear. There’s no need to return the clothes. They’re not that expensive anyway,” said the older woman.

As she helped Millie change earlier, the hostess noticed the fine texture of Millie’s garments, so unlike her own. She suspected that Millie might feel discomfort in her rougher attire.

Upon their exit, a dreamlike scene met their eyes: snow danced through the air ina fervent waltz, its grace captivating.

“Please accept this as a token of our gratitude, madam,” Derek urged, pressing a substantial amount of money into her hands before rushing to the vehicle.

The hostess’s eyes widened at the unexpected gift, her voice rising with alarm.

“What are you doing? I’ve already told you I won’t take money from you.”

gaze drawn to the spectacle of Marcus cradling Millie as he trod through the snow. This powerful figure, now revealed in a new light, portrayed a rare

of Millie’s recovery, Derek’s thumb brushed against the camera button, snapping an unwitting yet poignant photograph

confines of the hotel, Nancy retrieved a bottle of red wine, pouring

wine—a match made in heaven.

accepted the glass,

a film they watched, she’d burst into laughter, a

evening,” Humphrey remarked cautiously, his confusion apparent. The memory of Nancy’s rage earlier in the day, triggered by her defeat

replied, her eyes gleaming with an enigmatic smile as she clinked her glass

she reveled in the belief that Millie had perished in the

Millie had won? She was surely